Go through the journey of a young boy named Y/N Mavros, who is the product of two worlds that have fated him to fight for the survival of the magical world.
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WELL, Y/N IS ON HIS WAY TO HIS SECOND HOME AND LEARNS A BIT MORE OF WHAT IS TO COME LATER ON. AND A BIT OF A BACK AND FORTH WITH HERMIONE AND DIANA.
OH, AND MY GOT FANS WILL BE PLEASANTLY SURPRISED WITH THIS ONE.
QUESTION OF THE DAY: RANK THE BEST INTERACTIONS Y/N HAS WITH THESE SIX PEOPLE: DIANA, HADES, MELINOE (Slinky), RHEA, HERMIONE, HARRY
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There is no sunshine in the Underworld.
There are no stars.
There is no day, and no night.
Time means nothing to the gods, and in the realm of the Dead, the realm of Lord Hades, time is measured with difficulty, and without a timepiece one would become oblivious to the elusive passage of time.
Lord Hades, sitting upon his dark throne, also cares nothing for time. It is useful for scheduling meetings, and for deciding when to hold court, but apart from those uses, time is just a hindrance.
Hades sits and regards the demi-god before him. Given the man's sharp eyes and his light hair, Hades guessed he is a son of Apollo, or Hermes. Not that it matters anyway.
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(UGH...THIS DAMN BOY...)
"M-my lord..."
The demigod's voice is desperate, as are his mannerisms. The man had faced all the perils of the Underworld and survived, and hence has earned the right to an audience. His armour is dented, his face and hands are gouged by claws, blood running down from his wounds. No pity rises in Hades' cold heart. He has seen too many pitiful things to be touched by this one.
Around the enormous pillars and fire-pits of Hades' audience chamber, are gathered the gods and goddesses of his court. Each are dressed in dark finery, and many are as misshaped as the things they presided over.
